We needed to dress Marielle up splendidly, preparing her for the battlefield of high society—a place where sparks fly under the guise of socializing.
Saying it was easy, but actually doing it proved far more difficult. This wasn't a time of mass production; everything was handmade. Even in the royal capital, noble clothing wasn't something you could just pick up.
Additionally, nobles hold trends in the highest regard. Wearing something outdated, no matter how fine it was, could lower one's standing. Ideally, you'd want a garment that matches the latest fashion, but finding a tailor who could prepare such a thing on short notice was impossible.
The realistic options were either finding second-hand clothing that had barely been worn or visiting a rental shop. Even if we bought something extravagant, there wouldn't be many chances to wear it in the near future. We decided to go with the rental shop.
"Oh wow, this is amazing!"
